Today was good. I went to bed (no joke) at 6.30 pm last night, felt well rested and made it to the 6 am van call feeling... chipper? Awake, at any rate...
Load-in, performance and load-out all went smoothly, as did the drive home. Honestly, today is the day that ends with "and then I found five dollars"... 'cause it's pretty much an anti-story.
One realization I had today was just how frequently I've seen the sun come up in recent weeks. Fortunately, the sun rising over Manhattan is a beautiful view, so at least I don't resent it! Regardless, these are still brutally early mornings and I'm looking forward to being able to sleep in til, oh, say, 7.
Another realization that I fall upon again and again is my current address-lessness. I'm not homeless, per se. I know too many good people around here and love them all, but I'm not rooted anywhere. It feels a little over-powering at 5 in the morning, sometimes. It's also sort of strange at the end of the day, when I come back to my couch and think to myself "I'm home.. sort of". I know my way around, I never lack for company, but I have no final destination right now. I come back from traveling only to come 'home' to traveling. My suitcases are, for all intents and purposes, my entire world. I've got enough clothes, a hairbrush, this laptop and my bear. I have some shoes, my camera, an iPod and a toothbrush. I have a job that means a lot to me (as trying as it can sometimes be) and I have good, kind people in my life. I just don't have a home, yet. And I'm working on it, I'm getting there. Every day is a day closer to being able to settle down (semi-) permanently. Hell, most of the time I LOVE not having a "home" - it makes the whole thing an extended adventure. Still, sometimes I wish I had a place to go, play some piano, pet my cat, read any of my books.
Adventure can really wear you down.
Still, this is the life I have chosen. I don't complain - I merely grow wistful for the comfort of familiarity.
Tomorrow is a 6.30 van call. Maybe I'll stay up til 7 tonight. Ha.
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